HELLOOOO!! Its your favorite author (not really, I'm just flattering myself) writing again! I've managed to spark my muse with the changes of the plot that I had made! And so…BEWAREEE. XD
AHHHHHHHHHHHH. ANNGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST. And gore-factor. BEWARREEEE. D:
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The next thing Matsuda knew when he awoke was the fact that he was bound in chains, forced on the floor with a gag and a blind-fold.
"Mello, the Jinchuuriki is awake."
"Good." Footsteps, and then a voice close to him. "Hello there Demon – do you know who you belong to now?"
BELONG? Fuck! I want to kill this bastard! You're not an inanimate object to be used and disposed of! With this Shukaku too let out a long snarl.
I'LL KILL THIS MOTHER FUCKER!
"You belong to the Mafia."
Matsuda wriggled a little bit, his binds cutting into his skin as he tried to get into a more comfortable position. His blind-fold was removed to show a blond male with blue eyes, wearing full black, looking down at him with a piece of chocolate in hand. He growled and thrashed his head towards him in an attempt to harm him, because he noticed that something restrained his chakra.
"You noticed why you can't use your sand, correct?" He received a snarl. "Well, you see that you are my little prize…And I can't let you leave so easily because of it. After doing extensive research, keeping you heavily sedated through it, we found ways to suppress the energy that you use to manipulate it. And as such…you are in your current predicament." Now Matsuda's gag was undone, and a sly smirk was on the man's face.
"What do you want with me?" He croaked, shifting again.
"Simple – you are nothing but a weapon and a guard dog when you belong to me. And to make sure you comply willingly…I will have my men break and deform your spirit to the point that you are nothing but the animal your demon is."
"H-How do you know about Shukaku?"
"Shukaku, eh? I knew about the demon itself, but not its name. And thus…" He turned to his underlings. "Do as previously ordered…Until he is an inch from his life or completely destroyed mentally, do not go easy on him."
And then as Mello left, the people he spoke to before had then gotten chains, knives, belts, and several other torture devices.
And one lone scream echoed, but completely unheard.
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What seemed like years to Matsuda had come to pass, beatings frequenting his time and leaving him little time in his unconscious. Belts, knives, guns, hammers, needles, whips, bricks, once they discovered that he healed completely after being shot they didn't hold back on tormenting him physically by any means necessary, and it made things all the worse of him.
It was pure torture that he was forced to live through…no food, no water, no rest, only pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain…
How long would he be able to last? How long could he keep this up before he was broken, before he was whipped like a once free horse?
However, what disturbed him the most was that he didn't care. He was a jinchuuriki; he well knew the meaning of his existence, even if it wasn't what was originally intended, but it was what always became of those with power. Those with power, those with strength, those who may not even want it, they are the ones forced to fight, to be used, to be traumatized as they watched blood pour from every nook and crevice of their vision…a tool of war.
How could you live with this knowledge, Gaara-san? Matsuda asked weakly, after one beating had ended, them thinking him unconscious.
I only loved myself at first. He said simply. I didn't care for anyone else. I fought for the joy of being alive. But then I changed…a sudden epiphany, you could say. I then fought to protect those close to me, no matter what the cost.
He was a foolish kid… Shukaku began. But a wise young man.
I'm flattered Shukaku. Gaara replied.
"Time for your next beating!"
I don't think I can take much more of this… Matsuda whimpered mentally, recoiling as old bruises and slices were whipped, reopened, bruise over, and torn. He smelled burning flesh, and heard an animalistic scream, and not even Gaara or Shukaku could console him now.
The scream, he finally registered, was his own. And when several other mafia members went down to see whom the other screams were of, they saw Matsuda, hunched over, blood trickling down his hands and…
His two tormentors lay in a pool of their own blood, their throats torn out and removed. Their guts sewn across the room in a vibrant display of red, purple, blue, and many other colors. Their hearts were ripped from their chests and squeezed and ripped until they were barely recognizable as the vital organ that kept them alive.
It was only then that they noticed the blood that covered his mouth, stretched into a wide, cruel, apathetic smile, a glassy look in his insane eyes as he let out a horrific laugh.
Mello smiled.
"Now, the training of the demon begins."
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On November 10th, at 11:59 PM, Ide, Mogi, Aizawa, and Soichiro infiltrated the building 945 Clydown Ave. in Los Angeles, California, once Soichiro, using the Shinigami Eyes, confirmed that those Kira said would be, were dead. There were bodies of people in the mafia laid scattered, and two men retreating from the premises with the Death Note in hand. However, they were quickly taken down, and the notebook was taken in hand of Soichiro, as he and the other three quickly scouted for Mello, as ordered by Light. However, Soichiro was the first one to find him and a horrifying sight.
Then the bombs went off…down went the entrances.
"I've blown up the entrances. Do as I say or the building will be blown." He took off the helmet and frowned, his body shivering at the soul-haunting snarl that echoed through the room.
Cries of horror were heard down the hall, and Mello chuckled. The…creature at Mello's side shifted slightly, a single ear flattening as it hissed slightly, eyes narrowing before returning to its previous stance.
"It seems as though your accomplices have found the Demon's den…befalling them a brutal sight indeed." The slouched, messy form, kneeled down like a dog, shifted in anticipation, wide, mismatched eyes begging for carnage and drool rolling down its chin.
"Calm, my pet." Mello cooed, patting the head of a slumped Matsuda, half transformed into Shukaku. His eyes were wide and dead, full of insanity as he snarled, baring his teeth that were coated in several dried layers of blood.
"M-Matsuda...! What did you do to him?!" Matsuda let out a howl of rage as he moved forward before being pulled back.
"I trained him. Isn't that right, beast?" The raven-haired male showed no reaction except undeniable bloodlust. "It is amazing what torture will do to a pure soul…I actually pity him, a little bit, but some sacrifices must be made."
"But how is it that human sacrifices can be sacrificed again? Answer that to me."
"He is, as a jinchuuriki, a human sacrifice – this much he murmured to himself constantly when he was sane. However, his sacrifice depends on what purpose he is to be sacrificed on. He will destroy Kira once I find him."
"To turn a twenty-two year old into a killer, how could one be so heartless?" Soichiro asked, his eyes narrowed in contempt and rage as he struggled not to just take his gun and shoot the man to death. "M-i-h-a-e-l K-e-e-h-l. Your name…Mihael Keehl." He took out a pen, and pressed it against the killer book.
"I do not intend to sic my pet on you…it would ensure death." Mello said simply. "I do not intend such."
"I can easily kill you; I just need to write your last name down."
"I have told you, I don't intend to harm you…"
When one of the two henchmen took a gun and aimed at Soichiro, the bullets hit sand as the demon snarled at the man. The expressions were shocked to say the least, yet Matsuda could not explain his actions for he was not in a right state of mind. The sand wrapped around the gun arm and smashed it, earning a loud scream from the other. This was the same treatment onto the second henchmen at the other side, who also let out a loud yell. The other henchman took a gun out in the other hand and shot Matsuda several times in the side, eyes full of rage.
Instantly, blood, guts, muscles, bones, and several vital organs went flying in a vibrant display, putting Soichiro in the path of witnessing one of the most brutal massacres in his career as a police officer.
And as the three entered, holding their guns high, Mello clicked a button, realizing he would not win this round, the fact that he was covered in blood making him look more eerie than he had ever been. However, they were all focused on the terrifying sight before them that was worthy to make anyone throw up instantly.
And down went the building.
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Light sat in his seat, startled as he saw the images that were captured by Aizawa, Mogi and Ide's helmets. A room, originally concrete, painted a pure red, and not by paint. Corpses thrown in various areas of the confined space, various chunks ripped out of them. Chains, whips, torches, and a sledge hammer were only a few items found in the room…but they were not used on the corpses themselves. This much was known due to the fact that the wounds inflicted were done by hand…and upon further investigation there were traces of sand found across the room in abundance, indicating that…this was Matsuda's doing.
"FATHER! H-He's facing Mello and Matsuda right now! Shit!" He cried out, and the three men heard this. And then more screams echoed, as well as sickening squelches, crunches, and the sound of something sliding against concrete, before a horrified yell echoed. Light could only watch the gruesome sight behold him as the visuals appeared, and even with it he silently cursed that Mello had his helmet on. And with watching the images flash before his eyes, mentally scarring him for life, he then heard a bomb go off, and the visuals cut. When this happened, he curled into a fetal position in his chair, covered his mouth with his hand and went into a terrible shock, his body trembling at the horrid sight.
"That wasn't Matsuda…" He murmured to himself. "That was a monster…a horrible monster…"
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The three men ran into the room where they heard the screams, guns held high, only to see yet another dark room of bloody horror…and the source of it an enraged Matsuda who snarled, in his half transformed state. Mello wore a helmet and was covered entirely in blood. Two bodies lay on the opposite sides, though devoid of limbs, guts, blood, muscles, skin, and a heart. Matsuda held throats, hearts, a lung and a stomach in front of him, all of the human organs still protesting with fidgeting movements, as he ate them each still moving, the sound of his sharpened teeth biting down on the blood-slicked organs making shivers go down their spines. His swallowing was pronounced due to the size, which made Ide throw up right then and there, while the other three were damn close to it.
And things got no better as the secluded structure came crashing down, burying them in the rubble.
"Ugh…Chief, are you alright?"
No answer.
"Chief?"
"He's here… Just unconscious, I think…" Was the reply. They all dug themselves out of the ruins, and at that point they realized their injuries, and with much pain, they went out to search for Matsuda, Mogi carrying Soichiro. It was Aizawa who found him first, completely normal again with the sand lying around him, unconscious. His clothing was nothing but rags, which showed his scarred, bruised, raw, abused skin. They carefully turn him over, and see that his face is lax, but his brows are furrowed together, showing the true pain he was in. Blood was spilling from his side and staining the concrete, not only from gunshots but from several other wounds.
"This…this is…My god…" An ambulance was called, and soon all of the men were rushed right away to the closest hospital that could provide them the care they required.
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After several long stressful hours, all except for Matsuda were bandaged up as best as possible and able to stand…well, other than Soichiro, who was unconscious. The first thing they did in their power was visit their comrade, whom had experienced the most pain and suffering of them all.
Upon entering the room in which he was staying, which was solely illuminated by the heart rate monitors and several other supplies due to the black, unmerciful night sky, they saw the skinny form of the twenty two year old on a white bed, which didn't offer much contrast to his terribly pale skin – well, what was visible of it anyways; he was virtually a mummy with all of the bandages he had wrapped around his body. He was on a breathing machine, IV, and a stomach pump, which removed the substances of metal, wood, concrete, bone and flesh that he had consumed in his insane state. He was also securely strapped down to the bed, which restricted his movement – said for safety measures, due to him suffering a panic attack in the middle of surgery and the doctors not wanting him to open any wounds should it occur again. For now, he simply laid there, his breathing completely dependent on the support around him, completely lax – most likely under sedatives.
"What in our right minds made us think that it was alright to trade Matsuda…?" Aizawa asked aloud, his eyes showing a deep sadness at seeing the battered body.
"Poor kid…He's not even twenty-three yet." Ide murmured. "And yet he's being driven to the edge of his very sanity..."
"Matsuda saved my dads life…" Light murmured. And then Soichiro came in, limping but that being all.
"How is he?"
"He isn't awake yet. He hasn't shown any sign of consciousness. When his body is more healed we will leave, regardless of him being awake or not. N will provide us with a private jet if he is not awake, to allow the most fluent and pain-free travel possible."
"This is most fortunate for us." Soichiro commented dryly.
"Father? Can you remember Mello's name?" He shook his head.
"The memory was…swept from my mind." Soichiro said, shrugging oddly as he tried to think of a possible reason behind this. "The Shinigami eyes have also been taken from me…"
"How is that possible?!" Light wondered aloud.
"Matsuda's chakra intervened and destroyed the deal. Your life was returned, my eyes were returned." Ryuk explained, albeit grumpy.
"Matsuda, eh…? He really is an interesting guy." Ide commented. "Its sad that the unique are always cursed in their own ways."
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After five weeks, Matsuda's body showed signs of almost complete healing of the flesh wounds. The bruising still stayed, to a minor extent, but nothing more severe, at least physically. Mentally, he had not responded. He was completely catatonic, and showed no signs of snapping out of it any time soon. At this point, Soichiro wheeled the dead-weight male to the private jet, him still strapped to the wheel-chair to not fall off of it. And once it took off, they were going back to Japan.
"Matsuda, we're going back home…where you should have been from the very beginning of this scuffle with Mello." Light put on his façade while speaking of this, patting Matsuda's hair gently as to not rouse another panic attack.
There was not much to do on the plane for the task force but simply hang around, and sleep until they arrived. And upon arrival, Matsuda was immediately taken to a hospital once again.
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Matsuda was quickly situated properly in a hospital close to the Yagami residence. Sayu remained unresponsive, to the two male's chagrin, but as they spoke of the troubles they'd gone through, although vaguely, the mention of Matsuda's name slipped, and Sayu reacted to this.
"Matsuda? Is he-is he going to be okay?" They looked on in bewilderment at this new development.
"He is with us again. We managed to get him back…but currently he is at the hospital–"
"Father, please, take me to see him…" She pleaded.
And that was how she managed to get to the current room, where Matsuda lay as dead as he ever looked as of the recent times.
"Matsuda-san…This is my fault that you are this way." She laid her hand over his one, and she shivered, he was so cold.
"I regret allowing you to trade yourself for me…look at what happened to you." He remained unresponsive, the only thing that showed he was alive were the breather and the heart rate monitor. His face was eerily peaceful as he remained oblivious to the pain of the outside world.
"Sayu, its lunch time…" She shook her head and looked to Matsuda.
"I don't want to leave his side…not yet…" She murmured softly, brushing his hair back a little bit. Soichiro nodded slowly and turned to leave.
"I'll come back with some food in twelve minutes…Sound good for you?" She nodded in affirmation, and with that he left the room, leaving her and the comatose male alone. She spoke no more, just opted to sit there in the silence and clutch the freezing hand.
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BLEH. I'm so tired. x__x
